If anyone happens to see an ear piece, it's mine. I want it back. If you fuck with it, I'll kill you.

There's a rumbling outside the base, not incredibly loud, but noticeable. A crashing sound follows shortly after, then a period of silence. Finally, the doors to base open and there's a loud 'thunk, thunk, THUNK'.

Sixshot stands back and stares at what appears to be a very large chunk (read: boulder) of black metal that is now jammed in the doorway of the Ark.

"...well, fuck."

This is fucking hysterical. All that jabbering slag about 'must conserve our numbers' and the second half of us disappear, no one gives a slag. Priceless. Fucking priceless! I'll admit, though, the quiet is fantastic. So I guess something good came from all this.

So what next? We sit on our afts and rust? Clank each other until our bolts fall out and servos seize? Or do we get to wreck some stuff? Who wants to wreck things? Come on, I know you do!

Hello aftslaggers! Sixshot reporting in to let all of you know that I'm busy and if you bother me, I'll rip off your fucking arms, crush your legs, then put what's left of your body in a woodchipper! So if you know what's good for you, stay the hell away from me! And for those too slow to understand, that means leave me the fuck alone. Everything is fucking sucks.


Better, isn't it?


I want my ear back, dammit.

Toots,

You sure you're an Autobot? That was some pretty cold shit back there. Niiiiiice. Also, I want my damn ear back now.

...

Godammit.

*There is a rather large gun soaking up rat goo in the middle of a destroyed common room*

*tink*

*roll roll roll roll*

....*sigh*

*Has been quietly observing the goings on in the medbay, since there's not much else he can do at the moment.*

...is it just me, or are the science geeks acting stranger than normal?

What does it take to get one of you medics to take a look at a mech? I think you really should check out this slag on my foot. Or rather, my leg now. Yeah...soon. Like now!